During the last four years or so, I've had the liberty to expose some of my friends, hunting buddies and other acquaintances in some pretty funny situations, and we have all had a good laugh or two at their expense.

The list includes Craig Williams, who was mad at a game camera and thought someone was in his stand. Ricky Crawford later let me know I once had a really good deer hound, although I thought the dog had been hit by a car. Mark Avery sighted Sasquatch in Yell County, and of course the most infamous one of all, "Pine Knot," the Harold Cornett story.

So to think that someday I might just get things turned around on me has barely ever entered my mind. Apparently, my day was coming, and much quicker than I thought.

The worst part was the mastermind of this operation is one of my best friends in the world, Randy Crawford aka "Southpaw," and his name has never appeared in this column until today. But his day will soon be coming.

The whole scene would have been a million-dollar video, if only the directors of the MTV series "Punk'd" would have been in hiding while filming the whole debacle. For those of you who are slightly older and don't watch MTV, "Punk'd" was the modern day version of the old "Candid Camera" TV show.

You see, I have two clear-cuts over at the hunting lease that I'm clearly in love with. Whether I spend the day hunting on a stand or chasing the dogs, at some point each and every day, I'm going to make a circle around or through these two areas.

In this one particular area, I had harvested a nice buck a few years ago. Last year I had the worst luck ever as I missed the same deer twice in the same spot, so to say the boys had me set up for the kill is a huge understatement.

Obviously, as a teacher and a coach, my hunting days are numbered and everyone pretty much knows when I will be there and when I won't. I already take all kinds of abuse from the guys who take the whole season off each Sunday as I leave camp to return home to get ready for work.

On this particular morning I arrived a little later than usual and decided to check my "honey holes" early, as it was cold and I didn't want to sit on my stand. I do need to make one thing perfectly clear - all our roads except for one are timber roads, and you're allowed to shoot from the road as long as it is not city, county or federally maintained. So yes, some mornings the warmest and nicest stand a man can have is his well-heated truck.

It was close to 8:30 in the morning and I was traveling north while scanning a clear-cut that was to the west, the sun has just popped over the ridge lighting up the entire hillside. Then all at once I catch a glimpse of a deer standing close to a brush pile looking right at me, but he was some 120-140 yards up the side of the hill.

I bring the truck to a stop, get out and take a closer look at the deer. Once I saw horns the story goes downhill quickly, and I was just beginning to think I was old enough not to get that tore up anymore.

After the first or maybe even the second shot, you would think a reasonable person might actually figure out what was going on, but not me. It actually took five, with me firing one last time for good measure to make a grand total of six.

The whole time this was going on, my so-called friends are all somewhere on the ground rolling and laughing hysterically at the expense of yours truly. I have never had so many phone calls, texts and e-mails in my entire life, and everyone I've talked to has their own version of how things went down. Now the whole Arkansas River Valley is in on the funniest story in quite sometime.

Once all was said and done and I gathered myself later in the day and actually spoke to some of my friends again, my dear friend Southpaw, doing his best to make me feel somewhat better, did inform me if it had been a real deer, I would have actually got him this time!

I did also feel a bit better the next day as the next victim who rolled down that trail shot at "Bucky" 10 times and was reloading again when someone informed him that the deer was not real.

As for the old mount which had hung on the cabin wall collecting dust for many years, well, he'll never be the same, but for just a few bright moments he was once again creating excitement in a few gullible hunters' hearts.

E-mail Fisher at jfish44@yahoo.com. His radio show can be heard at 5:20 p.m. Fridays and 8:20 a.m. Saturdays on KCJC 102.3 FM.